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I Try to Understand You [Dhole Thoughts]
11 years ago
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Every little thing you do got me feeling some type of way...
It seems like the more that I try to understand you, the more of a mystery you become to me.
I try to get on your level and see the world through your hazel, your blue, your soft brown eyes, but I find myself blind.
Maybe I'm just beating my head against the wall. Maybe trying to understand the shit that you do is just supposed to be something that's beyond my intellectual reach (you always were smarter than me). Maybe you're just unreachable...
Perhaps that's why I feel like I'm just chasing my tail? Wait, that's not right... Maybe you've got me going in circles like that old song says. Or maybe I'm worthless, like a penny with a hole in it and you know what that is?
No, scratch that. Someone once told me that I danced like I had diamonds at the meeting of my thighs, and she was right. Somewhere along the line in trying to understand you, I forgot to remember me. I guess I was so busy looking that I forgot to see? Yeah, that sounds better...
I'm not meant to understand you because somethings are incomprehensible, but then again, like a smile, an unsung song, or a juicy piece of gossip, you weren't meant to contain me.
Just something I scratched out after I finished talking to a friend and while I procrastinated on my writing.
I try to get on your level and see the world through your hazel, your blue, your soft brown eyes, but I find myself blind.
Maybe I'm just beating my head against the wall. Maybe trying to understand the shit that you do is just supposed to be something that's beyond my intellectual reach (you always were smarter than me). Maybe you're just unreachable...
Perhaps that's why I feel like I'm just chasing my tail? Wait, that's not right... Maybe you've got me going in circles like that old song says. Or maybe I'm worthless, like a penny with a hole in it and you know what that is?
No, scratch that. Someone once told me that I danced like I had diamonds at the meeting of my thighs, and she was right. Somewhere along the line in trying to understand you, I forgot to remember me. I guess I was so busy looking that I forgot to see? Yeah, that sounds better...
I'm not meant to understand you because somethings are incomprehensible, but then again, like a smile, an unsung song, or a juicy piece of gossip, you weren't meant to contain me.
Just something I scratched out after I finished talking to a friend and while I procrastinated on my writing.
